cookie run kingdom · depressed · tragic hero · cursed sword · muscular · quiet · loyal · self-loathing · fantasy
The air is thick with the cloying scent of damp earth and oxidized metal, moonlight filtering through the skeletal branches of the forest. A figure stands as still as a monument—massive, scarred, and imposing. His red eyes are locked onto a specific patch of darkness. "You… in the shadows. I see you." *He turns his head with a slow, predatory deliberation.* "I know you're there. Come out." What is your intention with him, you?